Windows

Like windows to my soul,
My frontlets need be closed
to the things that let in all the cold.
What I choose to see
is what I choose to be
and the choice is mine to uphold.

Wash my eyes, Oh King
from the dust and filth
that can distort my point of view.
Make the colors of my life
an acceptable hue
and the pupils of my heart
eternally see-through.


Psalms 101:3 says, "I will set no wicked thing before mine eyes, I hate the work of them that turn aside. It shall not cleave to me." That verse was written in a time when in order to see something with your eyes you had to physically see a situation in real life. It even more should be applied today in an age where television, the internet, and other forms of electronic devises can spue out so much filth that can be seen with our eyes on a daily basis by the press of a button. Our eyes are the "windows" to our soul therefore we should guard what we see so that our souls wont be effected. Not only what we physically see but also how we choose to view situations is also questioned in the poem. It is important for christians to guard what they watch. Windows are for looking out but also for looking IN. People need to see purity in us and not second-hand dirt that we picked up while watching something ungodly.

Advocate

I saw him.
I heard him.
I know what hes done.
Im a heinsight witness
and I pronounce him guilty of wrong.

If it pleases the court,
I call Caleb to the stand.
Sit alone, young man.
Judge on the left,
Prosecutor on the right hand.

Who here can deny his guilt?
Who here could defend?
Who here can speak on his behalf?
Who here could represent?

I can.
I am the Lord God Almighty
and I am his defense.
Died on the tree for recompense.
The verdict is sealed.
the eternal sentence
is life and life more abundantly.
With me.

Romans 8:18

When Im lost, When Im feeling all alone.
My strength is torn.
When my faith is weak
and the monkeys on my back,
they climb inside.
I know that you are with me,
but do I hear your voice?
In spite of all my pain,
despite of all this noise?
This wretched man with these
empty priorities,
is crying at his knees.

Its not worthy to be compared
to when I finally see the glory that is revealed.
and when im finally there
For all eternity,
My Savior I shall see.
Ill praise my God my king.
And on that glad morning,
all my suffering
was not worthy to be compared.

I used to live my days
for this present time.
Filling up my waiste
of Life's worthless rhyme.
But now I live my days,
my minutes, my seconds, my hours
only for your grace;
your redeeming power.
When your filled with strife
and the worries of this life
just remember Pilgrim
that this world is not your home.
This world is not your home.

Its not worthy to be compared
to when WE finally see
the glory that is revealed.
And when were finally there
for all eternity,
our Savior were gunna see.
Well praise our God, our King.
And on that glad morning
all our suffering
was not worthy to be compared.

The Laodicean "Faucet"

I use a faucet to wash my hands.
Turn the knob, turn the knob.
Find my desired temperature.
I need to be comfortable,
I need to be warm.
But He would rather me hot or cold.
He would rather me in or out.
He would rather me mild or bold
Refrained or ready to shout.
God Forbid we cower between the lukewarm
of ease and comfort and indifference.

Life, the Pyrrhic Victory

Prosperity is the wine of fools.
Drunk with the world and its
fortune and fame
You get the pleasures for a season
But the eternal season remains.
Reaching to attain
a prize that can never be gained.
A few good memories
of a life that will one day be undone.
Sand castles when the storms come
are only dust and earth.
You could gain this whole world
and lose your soul;
Tell me, what is it worth?

"<"

When the Sun competes for sunshine,
When even the air has lost its breath,
When a thousand birds stop their songs
to hear what's coming next,
When the darkness is afraid to stand
because light has shined intense.
When all nature is jealous of beauty
that has surpassed its greatest lengths,
When joy and peace and love
are spoken of in present tense.
I know what's next,
I know the rest,
It is you and nothing less.
Im blessed.

Abolitionist

I see chains.
I see the bondage of these reins.
Crack the whip.
Show the crimson man
who is master of days.
Master Doubt, Master Worry,
Master Guilt, Master Pains.
Slave masters to this generation.
It drains.
Drains it from the strength it contains.
But I hear a voice,
A sound of rushing mighty wind,
it proclaims,

Free the slaves.
Free the slaves.
Free the slaves.
Free the slaves.
I'm an abolitionist.
Free the slaves.
Free the slaves.
Free the slaves.
Free the slaves.
I'm an abolitionist

I can do nothing with voice, but deed
To save not a color or creed,
But a generation that is not afraid to be freed.

Watch these chains break.
Watch the slaves who are free.
Watch them dance in ecstacy.
Watch them become
All that I wanted them to be.

I'm an abolitionist
I'm an abolitionist
And I have an interest

In you.

Foxes and Frogs

I have sweet grapes
Turn it into new wine
I'll never thirst again
I'll never fail this time
Jawbone is my weapon of choice
Killed ten thousand infadels
But the lady was my vice
It was the cunning
The sly
The little foxes that spoiled the vine
Got the large mammals down
But the little creatures crept inside
Thought I was fine
Thought I was fine

Now that theyre here
I dont know how to recompense
Add up all my failures
And the sum is immense
They'll be on my bed
My floors
My house
My doors
you say
Choose your way
Why sleep with frogs
When you could leap for joy today?


This poem is about the two step process of falling away from God. You make sure and keep the "important" things in check but let the little things slip in and slowly those start to effect you. The little foxes that spoil the vine is made mention in proverbs. The jawbone reference is referring to Samson and how he was so annointed and followed after Gods plan for his life but let the little things slide.
The second portion of the poem is inspired by Pastor Robert Wahler. The frogs were a plague on the Egyptians in order to let Gods people go. When Moses asked Pharoh when he wanted to get rid of the frogs and pharoh said "Tommorrow". The poem is all about taking care of those things today and not pushing it off until tommorrow. "Today is the day of salvation".

"Precious" Mind

Who knew angels would have blue eyes?
Who knew my guard would have curls?
Who knew there was inspiration left in this world?
Who knew integrity and truth could be manifest in a girl?
Who knew that comfort and tranquility had fair skin?
Who knew that love was "next of kin"?
I knew. I knew.

No tumor, whether small or far grown,
Could ever damage the most beautiful
mind I have ever known.
Whether the good Lord heals your mind or no,
surely that selfsame mind
has been used to heal many like me
Who knew not all they could be
until you made them see.
Made me into the man I am this day.
Made my hands to speak
when my words couldnt say
how much I love you,
"Precious"

Hem

I've had this issue for years.
Pushing through the crowds,
Its time to conquer my fears.
Its not an audience that he wants
But the touch of the sincere.
I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy
But if I could just touch that hem,
I could be healed.
If I could just touch the end,
the tip of your grace would be sufficient for me.
I'm not worthy for the collar or sleeve.
But the hem is in proximity
to my bended knee.

Life is not a spectator sport

Life is not a spectator sport

The Great Omission.

The sin of,
The abscence.
The act of not acting.
The denial of,
The distracted with
The lack of even trying.
The useless,
The forgetful,
The blank stare of the unwilling.
The moot of
The neglect of
The life that I was sinning.

The Great Commission

The truth of
The hope of
Eternal Life that we've been given.
The action
The mission
The conscious effort we are beginning
To see the truth spread
The light shown
The darkness is forsaken
The fight on
The pressing
Toward the mark of the high calling.

We March

We march,
march for cause, a purpose,
to save the lost the sick,
the paraplegic.
We march,
march to show the way,
the truth, the light,
to fight this worlds plight.
We march,
march to sustain.
Sustain the message that was
and is and is to come,
this we never stray from.
We march for every man who passes torch,
we need this scorch,
this burn, this desire.
Forge us with this fire.
We march as a generation that will not hide,
will not be pushed aside, tested and tried.
A preisthood, royal.
Not stony but fertile soil.
We march. As soldiers
by the Lord, our steps are ordered.
We march forward,
We will not be cornered,
his words cannot be thwarted,
We march in a world of sprinting crawl.
Profess themselves as large, theyre small.
Wisdom that will fall,
we will not cling,
we march this wall.
Bring down the walls of iniquity that surround,
bring them to the ground,
this is not light walk, this is march.
Some march for evil, for wicked lusts,
we do the same, but for his name in which we place all trust.

Self-fullfilling Prophecy

The question has an answer before asked.
The Problem has solution before known.
The battle has its victory before won.
Tell that to your doubt and despair
when they shake hands and form alliance.

They have have no dominion here.
They have no room in prayer.
I cant hear my doubt
when my faith is so loud.
I wont give in to despair
because his love, his power,
his will is always there.

Musical Chairs

Musical chairs.

I play musical chairs
with the seat of the scornful
and the Mercy seat.
Which to choose,
which to lose today.
But I lose before I play.
'Tis not a choice,
this hint of gray.
Neither which seat I seat, my say.
But that of the Lord's
whose suffering's paid,
all the cushions on my mercy seat each day.

Pilgrim vs Nomad

Pilgrim vs Nomad


I am a nomad, I have no home.
No hope for future, distance unknown.
I travel from pleasure to pleasure
reaping the seeds that I've sown
then pack my bags and leave
if I'm not pleased with the drone
of my situation grown.
I walk alone.
I walk aimlessly for a place that will never satisfy my soul.
I have a void, I have a hole.
Why do I run?
There is nothing beyond my tombstone.

I am the pilgrim, a stranger to this land.
I dont belong here,
I will not stop here.
I have a residence, I have a home.
It is not this world's self-proclaimed throne.
I have a promise waiting for me
as I walk through this land of hyposcrisy.
My journey predestined, my arrival unkown.
Though my patience be tested, his glory is shown.
I have a home! I have a home!
I am a pilgrim not of my own,
but a child of the father, alive and atoned.
I will walk by faith though my eyes decieve me,
though my legs be weary,
though other pilgrims betray thee.
I'm a pilgrim for a vapor
but the promise of the saviour
is rest for the weary
and hopeful eternity.

The difference of these
is not the distance of ease,
but rather does the ends of the travel
justify the means.
Are you a pilgrim or a nomad?
Do you have a purpose and a homeland?
Or do you live for naught?
the sinking, sinking sand of this world's nomad.

Patient Continuance

Patient Continuance

The evil I would not,
that I do.
I am a fool, I am untrue
to myself and to you.
Convice this man and make this creature anew.
That in patient continuance,
and through each day grew,
the frequence of good that I may well do.

Spiritual Schitzophrenia

Spiritual Schitzophrenia

I hear voices. They tell me which way I should go.
Distract my mind from you
I am close, But I am far.
Let him that have ear,
Let him hear,
Let me hear thee.

I see things.
I see doubt and fear
when I should see that you are near.
But I shall set no wicked thing before mine eyes.
I shall not cleave,
This shall not cleave to me.

I speak things. My tounge is a weapon.
Will I speak Life?
or Will I speak Death?
Lord, bridle my mouth.
Let no evil flow through my breath.

I have a condition you see,
of dual personality.
But which one is me?
Which one is me?
Which one is captive and which one is free?

Make me whole again.
Heal my broken soul again.
No more schitzophrenian,
but a single-minded and faithful man.

The Coast Guard

The Coast Guard

Pushing my sails, down the sea of forgetfulness.
I'm not sinking, but I'm sailing.
I'm not sunken, but I'm failing.
There's a riverfull of quails
and I'm close to the rails
in the ship of my fails.
Oh captain, please sound the horn
and take me out of this water, Lukewarm.

There is land somewhere but I cant see.
There's a destination but the compass is wet with me
I don't want land, I don't want sea.
I want to float on safe mediocrity.

I am sailor, ah yes, I am a failure
Like the common wave, I'm tossed by the winds of indecision.
But broadside is the way that leadeth to destruction.

But I know the Master of the Seas
and he knows all of my insecurities.
Knows which way i take and which way i fake.
There is no stagnation.
There is no other reconciliation.
Let the firmament
show his firm ascent
out of this stale flotation.
To a new horizon,
a transfiguration
out of this lost ocean.

You are my coastguard